Send Blood

So he wakes up in a small room with brown walls and forest green trim. The brown walls are the color of walnuts, the outside, the shell. Forest green, if you're not aware, doesn't look good with any other color. It doesn't remind anyone of the forest.

So he wakes up, and he's smells the mattress. It's as though his sense of smell has flipped a switch as his mind becomes aware of consciousness and although he doesn't mean to he smells the bare mattress and it smells kind of like watercress and mint but also soap, old soap scum and a little hint of broccoli and of course sweat. And pee.
Not urine.
Too adult.
Pee.

So he wakes up, and what do you know? It's awful. The sun is coming through the window, poking him in the eyes, first through one slit eyelid, then the other. Then the other again. And he's sweating. And the radiator is hissing. And his underwear seems loose and damp and his legs are tied up in the sheets, which are flannel, but it's May and the flannel is overkill now.

So he wakes up, and he fumbles for the alarm clock. Except it's a phone. Except they stopped making alarm clocks. Except when he turns it off he is greeted by his daily calendar.

So he wakes up, and the first thought that is driven into his head is sitting there, waiting, in his alarm-clock-calendar-phone-email inbox. It reads: SEND BLOOD.

So he opens it up. Crunched into a tiny screen, the email seems longer than it is, at four words per line.

Please Sir/Madam,
My name is Ouri
and I wanted to
Beg of you sir
to send blood to
the troops fighting
We are willing
to exchange
Viagra and persc
ription medicines
Free tattoo remova
l and find your true
Love. Please
click
this link.
one two
one two

And an attachment.

Do they make viruses for phones yet?